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[h3][color=b16edd]Reina Mori[/color][/h3]
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Reina held her jumpsuit in her hands, inspecting the damage to it. Torn in several places, covered in layers of dirt, and stained in blood... it gave her pause.

She balled it up and stuffed it into a plastic bag, then tossing that into her gym bag. Would she have to ask for a new jumpsuit? Probably. She felt a tinge of guilt, sorry to whoever was in charge of making them.

The girl looked around the empty locker room, before sitting down heavily on the wooden bench that ran between the two rows of lockers. It was quiet. And lonely. She didn’t particularly enjoy it... but she [i]did[/i] feel more comfortable than she had been in a while. She could hear her own breathing, not feeling as though she had to stifle it to erase herself as much as possible. She didn’t have to worry about bothering anyone when there was no one around to bother.

It was relaxing, if not happy.

She’d stay a little longer. Her peers in class were likely just speaking to each other about the exercise. It wasn’t like she’d have much to say—and it wasn’t like she [i]had[/i] said much to anyone thus far. No one would miss her. Her being there would just be worse for everyone, in fact. More than just her quirk, she was aware that her disposition soured the good moods of others, even if she wasn’t directly speaking. It was awkward to have someone like her hanging out alone in a room full of people. It was uncomfortable for people who tried to be nice and involve her. She knew that.

She knew that...

Reina felt tears sting her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her uniform. Almost crying twice in one day. The dark-haired girl sighed through the lump in her throat. Maybe she could forgive herself for that one, at least—it had been a stressful day so far, and it wasn’t quite over yet...

[color=b16edd][i]Nah. Still pathetic.[/i][/color] She smiled spitefully to herself. How many successful heroes had cried themselves while alone in a high school changing room? How many pitied themselves so woefully, and so often? She really didn’t like that about herself, especially; how she could never just [i]not[/i] put herself down. [color=b16edd][i]No matter how much you deserve to be.[/i][/color]

Why couldn’t she just be happy? Why couldn’t she just not be so quiet? Why couldn’t she at least [i]pretend[/i] to be more outgoing, and more fun to be around. If only to not make others uncomfortable. 

Why couldn’t she just be... more heroic? 

With an apprehensive sigh, Reina stood up and grabbed her bag, double checking its contents as she grabbed her phone from a side pouch to check the time. 

...Well, she had made it to Komei, even if not directly out of middle school, and even if not on her own merits. If there was no future for her as a hero, this is where she’d find out. She wouldn’t quit, not until she was expelled from the academy for a complete lack of aptitude. Maybe she could even learn to not be such a... downer. Somehow, that seemed even less likely.

The girl bit the inside of her mouth hard, leaving the locker room angry at herself for the thoughts she couldn’t stop—but also with a small hope that she could fix herself, even if only in some small way, at this new school.

Reina slipped into the classroom quietly and found her seat, focusing again on her tired quirk to keep it from pulling those in the room to her. She glanced around curiously, noticing the girl who had been in the jeep that had picked her, Jett, and Ezra up from point C. It seemed she was a classmate. 

After making that mental note, however, Reina let her eyes fall to her desk, keeping to herself as she munched on a small bag of trail mix. She couldn’t help but listen in on the conversations going on. It was a colourful class, certainly—her first impression of them as a whole hadn’t been wrong. She had little doubt she was surrounded by heroes of the next generation. They all seemed to give off that impression to her, in at least one way or another.